Nick, you must be kidding.” Janet laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “There is no way in hell you have a gold medal in skating.”
I smirked, enjoying the way my name rolled off her tongue so effortlessly. She was getting comfortable— just as I had planned.
We were seated at a secluded booth in one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, and it was our third outing together. Everything was progressing perfectly. Tonight was supposed to be the night I sealed the deal— it was time to get between her thighs.
“I’m being serious, Jane.” I cut into my steak as my eyes flickered up to meet hers. “I mean, I won the national competition over a decade ago. That should count for something, don't you think?”
She scoffed, taking a sip of her wine. “I would have to see it to believe it.”
